Door blocked by drifts, wind
knocks me back. Cold smack of snow
shouts Stay inside, fool.
Snowbound
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Category Archives: haiku
Drumsticks for dinner
Grey day
Desaturated
world caressed by soft, wan light
all sharp edges dulled
Crafting
Ugly, but I made
it, my hands imparting new
life to odds and ends.
Maxfield Parrish
Girls on rocks artist
his blues so luminous they
named one after him
Kimchi
They say it’s good for
pro-biotic health but no
one likes cabbage breath
Rush hour snowstorm
Four-wheel ballet, cars
spin swirl glide across four lanes
trying to get home
Bright future
Quit, burned bridges, then
asked for job back…in a text.
Guy’s got major balls.
Late start
Still-in-my-bathrobe
day, a car without gas that
can’t leave the garage.
Interview
Hear myself rambling
on, using sixty words when
six would do, and cringe.
a haiku a day 